Tucking the invitation card away, she uttered softly, "Let's head home."

Calvin maintained silence.

Upon reaching the villa, it was already seven in the evening. Evelyn had completed her dinner.

Calvin joined Alexis for dinner, and afterward, he regaled Evelyn with bedtime stories following her bath.

Ollie, the canine companion, lay curled around Evelyn's pillow.

With its head drooping and one eye barely ajar, the dog appeared to be engrossed in the narrative.

Calvin believed the canine displayed intelligence comparable to Leonel's.

Evelyn, rapt in attention, cradled the dog while drowsiness enveloped her.

Calvin lovingly tucked her into bed.

Abruptly, Evelyn's eyes fluttered open, and she inquired softly, “Where is Mr. Douglas? Why isn't he here?"

Following a brief pause, Calvin comprehended that she referred to Leonel.

Such inquiries were likely inherent in the father-daughter dynamic, considering Evelyn was Leonel's offspring.

Calvin deemed it commonplace.

Tenderly caressing Evelyn's brown curls, Calvin murmured, “He's occupied with work. Isn't it nice to have me here with you?"

Affectionate toward Calvin, Evelyn embraced him, whispering softly, “I Like you better."

While Calvin offered a smile, a touch of melancholy lingered.

Leaning down, he gently kissed Evelyn's forehead. "I know you do. Now, sleep tight."

Having pacified Evelyn, Calvin gently retrieved Ollie from her embrace. The dog lay on the pillow, fixating its dark eyes on Evelyn, evidently sharing an affectionate bond.

Calvin ran his hand over Ollie's fur.

As he rose to depart, Calvin noticed Alexis standing by the door, possibly having been there for some time.